That was a bad idea. Lily's head was throbbing. The amount of firewhiskey she had consumed the night before was a horrible mistake. The again, it had led to kissing James Potter, so it wasn't all bad. What was bad was that she was spending a sunday where she should have been studying for finals sitting on the bed in her dorm drowning in one of her dad's old tee shirts. There was a glass of water on the bedside table that she kept forcing herself to take small sips of. It wasn't helping. She had gone through her trunk to find an old bottle of aspirin. However long she stayed in the wizarding world she still resorted to muggle medications. There was just something comforting in how used to them she was.
She groaned and put her head in her hands, slowly rubbing her eyes. Part of her wondered if the hangover would ever wear off. It certainly didn't feel like it. She groaned again. She had to use the bathroom but she knew every step to get there would send her head pounding. Oh well. She slowly slid of the side of the bed- trying to step as gently as humanly possible and her head still throbbed harder in retaliation.
Lily evans stepped out of the bathroom, ready to crawl in bed again and maybe nibble on some of the chocolate she kept stashed in the bottom of her trunk. However, when she emerged james bloody potter was sitting on her bed. She groaned for the umpteenth time. Not because she didn't want to see him, that wasn't it. It was just because he would undoubtedly talk at some point and that would be loud and loud things made her head hurt. Ugh. sure enough
"Not feeling so good, evans?" james asked rhetorically. He said it quietly but he might as well have been yelling.
"Not especially." she answered climbing onto her bed next to him and automatically putting her head on his shoulder. She didn't even realize she had done it until after the fact. "How come you don't feel this bad?" she asked him, only slightly annoyed.
"Not my first hangover, love," he answered and a slight hint of pleasure rolled down lily's spine when he called her love "although, trust me, i don't feel too marvelous either."
"You shouldn't know what a hangover even feels like. You're sixteen." lily pointed out
"Well spotted," james chuckled "but i'm afraid not all of us can be as law abiding and studious as the great lily evans. besides, now you know what a hangover feels like and you're sixteen."
"yeah but it's different." she protested
"how so?" he laughed
"because this is my first one. i'm not an expert like you and your little posse."
"posse?" james asked again and lily could hear the smile in his voice
"whatever you four refer to yourselves as these days. whatever it is it's probably closer to 'the most fantasic people to walk the earth' or something like that, being the vain gits that you are."
"vain gits, huh?" james asked "i mean, i can't say i don't appreciate your group name. it is fairly accurate, after all."
"of course it is." lily chuckled "Hold on a second," she finally realized "how are you even up here? These are the girls dormitories."
"I have my ways." was his only answer
"Of course you do." lily said to herself more than him. James potter, the one you could always count on to get around rules.
"Well i just wouldn't be james potter if i didn't, now would i?" he asked. And he was right. He wouldn't.
